Rebuilding Coventry again, and again

In which Coventry is rebuilt for the second time in 100 years.

The centre of Coventry must have looked nice at one point, I know this because I’ve seen photos of old Coventry and been to the few buildings that are still older than the United States. Everything else about Coventry is grey and less than seventy years old.

You see this is what the city centre looked like in 1917:

Just thirty years later the old Victorian shops and medieval cathedral were gone, to be replaced with the concrete modernism that is now being demolished across the city.

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Moving from New York to Coventry

In which I wish I could sleep in the city that never does.

In the beginning we weren’t going to be here, I should have been writing this on a keyboard without a £ symbol and having to work out the date in the wrong format. When Me and Mrs G first started a’courting we planned to live in New York.

As I now sit opposite an industrial estate in the Midlands and not gazing on the Brooklyn Bridge (like we could afford those rents) it is evident that plan failed. Still even if we can’t live in New York part of my heart is there already.

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